[ Even Reggie hadn't entirely known what kind of answer he wanted, but somehow Caliban still gives him exactly the right one-- exactly what he needs to hear at this moment, that he's wanted, that someone wants, needs, desires, chose him.
He can't manage to speak at this point, beyond words, beyond anything more coherent than wails and sobs, but he presses wet, fever-hot face to Caliban's shoulder, nodding desperately as he holds on for dear life with whatever strength he still has left. Each needy clench from his body is more reflexive than intentional by now, legs and thighs trembling as they tense around Caliban's hips, ass still tight around his cock even after the abuse its been taking like it refuses to surrender even an inch.
And yet they're still not done, somehow Reggie still isn't filled to absolute capacity, because then Caliban comes and there's still room for the quantities of hot seed he shoots deep into Reggie, a few thin ropes of it dripping to the floor but the rest remaining plugged inside Reggie by Caliban's girth like a cork.
After he's able to stop screaming, Reggie whimpers and holds on, his body shaking but not yet ready to face how open and empty he'll feel, sticky and pulled apart like a wound, when Caliban finally pulls out and the fluid (only fluid, not all the blood and organs it's been starting to feel like are also being held in place by Caliban's cock) spills copiously down his legs. ]
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[ Even Reggie hadn't entirely known what kind of answer he wanted, but somehow Caliban still gives him exactly the right one-- exactly what he needs to hear at this moment, that he's wanted, that someone wants, needs, desires, chose him.
He can't manage to speak at this point, beyond words, beyond anything more coherent than wails and sobs, but he presses wet, fever-hot face to Caliban's shoulder, nodding desperately as he holds on for dear life with whatever strength he still has left. Each needy clench from his body is more reflexive than intentional by now, legs and thighs trembling as they tense around Caliban's hips, ass still tight around his cock even after the abuse its been taking like it refuses to surrender even an inch.
And yet they're still not done, somehow Reggie still isn't filled to absolute capacity, because then Caliban comes and there's still room for the quantities of hot seed he shoots deep into Reggie, a few thin ropes of it dripping to the floor but the rest remaining plugged inside Reggie by Caliban's girth like a cork.
After he's able to stop screaming, Reggie whimpers and holds on, his body shaking but not yet ready to face how open and empty he'll feel, sticky and pulled apart like a wound, when Caliban finally pulls out and the fluid (only fluid, not all the blood and organs it's been starting to feel like are also being held in place by Caliban's cock) spills copiously down his legs. ]